>>4170284
Does anyone want me to draw a map of the current setting?

>>4170284
>Watch the news
>>4172086
yes

>>4170284
What happen to the first thread? I would like to read from the beginning first before I come back
>>4172154
+1

>>4172216
It's really nothing interesting. I'll summarize it like this: Vireen Vainglory buys Gekky, a lamia a pair of used shoes on Secret Santa to humiliate her. Terry Tazo finds her out via psychometry and gets her sent to detention. This bruises her ego so much she spends the next 6 threads sending assassins, and ups the ante once she finds out his mission to defeat Theo. After school Terry is invited to a meeting for people with psychic powers and a stickman from another dimension called Ckaro says that their god is gonna reset their universe, so they gotta stop them by robbing a museum. And that's about it.

>>4172223
Thanks

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>>4172154
>>4172216
(This map will expand the further one travels away from it, like a procedurally generated video game.)

(And by the way, do you want me to write dialogue like this:)

> Terry: Hello everybody!

(Or this:)

> "Hello everybody!" exclaimed Terry.

You decide there's nothing better to do than to kick back and switch on the TV. With one press of the remote, the news is on.

"Scientists are further investigating the mysterious anomaly that has befallen us as of late. You can be assured that none of the giant balls in the sky will crash into us, seeing as they bounce away a hundred meters before they can. How convenient it is that the fixed glowing spheres beyond them correspond perfectly to our day/night cycle."

It shows a long and continued shot of the skies. After hundreds of years of blue or black, the people of the overworld must get used to the overt presence of other planets.

"Lin Attercop, registered sex offender, has been pardoned from her crimes after her erstwhile victim allegedly announced to the court announced that he was the one who stole an article of her clothing with lewd intent."

That's good to hear. You can already hear Maddox bragging about this. He won't go to juvie. The last time he did, he was banned permanently after knocking half the staff out at the age of 9.

"The Centropolis Police Department are also investigating the sudden damages at the Centropolis TechnoProphet Museum. A search has been declared for the Pit Symbiote. It is currently closed and will remain so indefinitely."

You make a mental note not to show it off in school.

"Furthermore, an Arachne, a Werebat, and a Mermaid under false identities have been arrested on charges of attempted robbery, assault, and up to $50,000 damaging state property at the aforementioned site."

Hope Vireen has enough of daddy's allowance to cover for them!

> Get an afterschool job (You have $4533)

> Get to know somebody new at school

> Surf the internet for more news

> Call Ckaro and Sienna

> Write-In

>>4172245
>Terry: Hello everybody!
got used to the old one
>Get to know somebody new at school

>>4172248
+1
samw with Dialogue

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>>4172248
> Get to know somebody new at school
Your parents ask you if anything happened to you on that field trip. At this moment nothing good will come out of telling them about that whole fracas. You just want to live a simple life. After reading a few comics you go to sleep.

After spending several days with the same five (non-hostile) people you decide to add more people to your social circle. Everyone must have seen the news today. When the lunch bell rings, you sit at the table with the

> Green slimegirl. She wears a skintight, waterproof suit beneath her clothes because on the first day of school she left a trail behind her, to the chagrin of the janitor.

> Blonde human girl who somehow appears in every class simultaneously for the first period. She stays along for lunch. Nobody has questioned this.

> Bespectacled centaur boy whose horse half is the size of a shetland pony. He's always got his nose in a thick book. He's shaken from the events of yesterday but that won't stop him from participating in the science fair.

> Extremely chatty, absent-minded blue octopus girl. Carries an absorbent napkin with her at all times.

> A blue-skinned troll who scratches himself a lot. Is very extroverted and for some autistic reason stares at curtains wherever they are.

> Moody cat-boy who is often at band practice. He has recently distanced himself from Dulevis, having known him personally.

>>4172367
> Green slimegirl

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>>4173048
You mosey up to a girl who introduces herself as Kay Percival. Most of the time she is far more consistent, like a firm jelly, but after being shaken up last time she is dribbling down her own cheeks and reconstituting the lost matter back into her body once it reaches her neck.

It's like she's sweating intensely, except that she's the sweat. The only slime you can see on her is her face, which glistens with the viscosity of diluted detergent. She wears rubber gloves, but Theo knows what her socks look like, but now is not the time to ask.

> "How's the skies for you, man?" (Talk about the cosmology)

> "Did they cancel anything?" (Inquire about future events)

> "Lemme tell you what really happened..." (Give her the scoop)

> Introduce one of your friends to her (Specify which)

> Write-In

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>>4173179
In my headcanon she's more of this colour:

>>4173179
>"How's the skies for you, man?" (Talk about the cosmology)

>>4174214
Terry: How's the skies for you, man?

Kay: It's like our whole world's been turned upside down. It's validated my parents' beliefs about that emergent myth those perimeter nomads had. And my aunt lives near the corner of the world. Says there's this massive escarpment. Like we're this little rectangular piece of pastry stuck on a huuuge pie.

Terry: Darn! Must be a long drop then.

Kay: Oh yeah it is. Someone my aunt knew tried abseiling down there and probs didn't even make it one tenth down there. Don't know how long the rope was but i'm sure they have tons to spare in the Restricted Zones.

Terry: There must be way more to get used to out there than in Wesflow.

Kay: Not just that, the superstitions. Ooh, so many of 'em. In just one day.

> Ask where it happened out of curiosity

> Spill the beans about the museum fiasco, introduce her to your friends

> Ask her about future events

> Talk to your other friends (Specify which)

>>4174344
That is a weird ass OP image and I managed to miss this thread for days because it just makes the eyes slide right off it.

>And my aunt lives near the corner of the world
damnit we chose the gumballs because the world wasn't flat
> Ask where it happened out of curiosity

>>4174344
>Ask where it happened out of curiosity

>>4174997
+ 1

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>>4174523
(This has been a slow week for quests in general. I will try a flashier image next time.)

(The world isn't flat, but the entirety of the world they used to live on has been transplanted on top of a gumball. Imagine slapping a piece of greasy leftover ravioli on a golf ball. That's what it looks like.)

(Pic related is the world as you know it. You cannot memorize some of the names and your geographical knowledge is kind of sketchy)

>>4174997
>>4175016
> Ask where it happened out of curiosity

Kay: Shellside. It's a border town very far from here and they've probably put some travel restrictions by now.

Terry: Travel restrictions?

Kay: Yeah, the tubeways are only for cargoes there. No more passengers for the time being. I know broadband's still good and I can talk to them, but i'm just... really worried, that's all.

That's around where Sienna lives. Maybe one of these days you could visit her out of gratitude.

> Ask your friends if they want to come with you there

> Talk to somebody else (Specify whom >>4172367)

> Leave it for another day. Look at the school noticeboard.

>>4175252
> Ask your friends if they want to come with you there

Good to know Sienna isn't in a whole other dimension.

>>4175252
>Talk to somebody else (Blonde Human Girl)

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4175258
>>4175266
Rolling...

>>4175258
>>4175506
> Ask your friends if they want to come with you there

You thank her and tell her that one of these days you might go over and see it, regardless of the closed-down tubeways. I mean, it's just desert, what worse could it be? She gives you her contact number and you go and ask your friends if they want to go. You're not going to head there immediately but you're just overwhelmingly curious about it. Cliffs only exist in fiction - imagine what it would be like to see one in person.

Maddox: Na man, I got my boxing club after school. And Madeline's coming here tomorrow I think so I got to make her a fake explanation.

Gekky: Not sure... maybe. I'll think about it.

Sara: Have a lot more free time these days now with the whole panic. I'll come with you. Just instant-message me.

Terry: Awesome, thanks, Sara.

Sara: But you know there isn't any time distortion out in the desert so we should leave this to the holidays.

> Talk to Maddox

> Talk to Gekky

> Look at the school noticeboard

> Write-In

>>4175548
> Look at the school noticeboard

We need to find an in school adventure

>>4175548
>Talk with the Blonde human girl

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4175555
>>4175642
Rolling...

>>4175747
Without anything to do, you turn to the noticeboard.

> Boxes Need Carrying! Volunteers report to Mrs. Reynard at lunch. Candy bars guaranteed.

> Join the Order of the Silver Helm! Meet Ollie-Anne Tapwise at 47-B.

> Join the Science Club! Meet Sefton Nantucket at the Laboratory.

> Music Club needs technical aid in light of upcoming concert. Volunteers report to 22-M. Free cake for volunteers only.

> Join the Student Council! Meet Donna Jefferson at the Principal's Office.

>>4175867

> Music Club needs technical aid in light of upcoming concert. Volunteers report to 22-M. Free cake for volunteers only.

Cake is awesome and hoes love music.

>>4175867
>Join the Science Club! Meet Sefton Nantucket at the Laboratory.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4175885
>>4175936
Rolling...

>>4176458
> Music Club needs technical aid in light of upcoming concert. Volunteers report to 22-M. Free cake for volunteers only.

Cake sounds nice. After your social studies and chemistry period, the lunch bell rings. You make your way to a large, although low room. Every inch of wall is covered with sound absorbent board. You help out lifting concert stuff for awhile and you help them out with the computer system when it's acting up. Some people have just showed up to eat some of the cake and help a tiny bit, since more people arrived than expected. You grimace at these freeloaders as the slices vanish, one by one.

There is a large group of janitors in the corridors pushing shopping trolleys stacked high with unmarked cardboard boxes. You get suspicious and use your symbiote to create an ear extension. Everything becomes much louder and more precise in your left ear, and you hear the following conversation

Rando 1: Thought they'd be rehearsing today.

Rando 2: Nevermind that. The best we can do right now is staying quiet.

Rando 1: When's that six-tailed skank gonna change our route? If this keeps up then we might as well wheel the goods through the hallway.

"Six-tailed skank"? Who are they referring to?

A member of the music club walks over to you. If you didn't see her coming you would have had died of a seizure. She is a very pale skinned catgirl with blue hair who wears extremely gaudy neon clothes, including an orange headband and bright bubblegum pink headphones that you've never seen her without. You feel her hand on your shoulder and hear her say

Prez: Hey hey, you're Terry, was it? You ever wondered what's on the sides of my head?

> "Another pair of ears?"

> "Skin. Just skin."

> "If this is a prank then it's not funny."

> "Buzz off."

>>4176532
>"Skin. Just skin."

>>4176549
Terry: Skin. Just skin.

Prez: Didn't expect you to say that. You know what they say, "Twice the ear for twice the hear!"

Terry: Heh heh. You know, I just gotta help out-

Prez: But I didn't need that extra hear to know those chumps are up to no good!

She points to the shopping cart caravan before introducing herself as Caty Wawwel. Her surname is pronounced "Wall".

Caty: And since you're interested, I don't have either.

She flips back her cobalt hair and you see something you wish you could permanently unsee. A fleshy trumpetlike appendage extends from a shriveled crater in the side of her head. You recoil in disgust.

Terry: Great Theo, you should get that checked out!

Caty: No can do, Terry. I can blast people with sonic waves directly from my brain.

Terry: You can't just accuse people of being... what, traffickers all of a sudden. But still, that's a cool power.

Caty: I know, right? It's vocal percussion on a whole 'nother level, coming from my mind! Listen, i'm closely involved with the school council and I can list the whole faculty off by heart. And these guys - just showed up here out of thin air. So! You say we put the screws on these crooks?

> "Just leave 'em alone. Go ask a teacher if they're legit." (Side with the janitors)

> "There's a high reward for stopping criminals so I guess we should stop 'em. I know how to tell if" (Side with Caty, use psychometry on the janitors to investigate)

> Write-In

>>4176636
>"There's a high reward for stopping criminals so I guess we should stop 'em. I know how to tell if" (Side with Caty, use psychometry on the janitors to investigate)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQx_KMoCgJU

>>4176669
Terry: There's a high reward for stopping criminals so I guess we should stop 'em. I know how to tell if they're really doing something wrong.

Caty: Really? Let's see it.

On the way out you stuff your face with a handful of cake. From personal experience you know any good fight takes long enough for a crowd in the next room to finish off a cake. The last time you fought in a corridor was with Nellie and Sebastian. What harm could a bunch of fake janitors do, after all that you've been through by now? With a mouthful of chocolaty goodness you ask:

Terry: Don't mean to be rude or anything, but what exactly are in those boxes?

Rando 2: Refreshments for the teacher's lounge! We're shopping for them.

Rando 1: None of your business. Take a hike, scarecrow.

That's a new one. You're not buying it. The nearest supermarket is a whole town over and it doesn't sell things in boxes. Unless these are rations for an underground bunker. Without further ado, you take one long stride forward and plant your bare hands on the cardboard box. There are

Rando 1: Hey hey, what're you doing!

You will forth your psychometry and in that moment your mind reaches forth its tendrils into the collective unconscious. Your humanity is projected onto the cardboard box and it develops memories. These you look into, and facts and histories emerge from the haze of oblivion.

It's moggy and damp. Mud seeps through cracked asphalt. It's a run down part of town. There's chatter in Eastern accents, although there's a mix of Centropolis slang in there so your best bet is the near-western town of Wedge >>4175252. Herbal scents waft through the air, there are vats bubbling and pungent fluid sizzling on pans. Purple powder is hissing down a funnel into jam jars, being loaded into unmarked cardboard boxes. Either Caty's outlandish suspicion is right, or this is some kind of health food a member of the school faculty has gotten an insatiable craving for.

Once you wake from your trance you

> Tear open a box and grab a jar (roll 1d100, -10 disadvantage, instant evidence)

> Recoil back and tell Caty she's right. (roll 1d100, +15 advantage, no evidence)

> Get back to Caty and snag a jar with your symbiote (roll 2d50, +20 advantage, evidence with a dangerous legal fiasco imminent on your part)

> Write-In

Rolled 88 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>4176788
> Recoil back and tell Caty she's right. (roll 1d100, +15 advantage, no evidence)

We can call for their cargo to be inspected pretty easily right?

Rolled 30 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>4177004
+ 1

>>4177004
>103

Quickly as possible you recoil back to Caty just in time. The "janitors" look dismayed.

Rando 2: Can't believe it's come to this...

Rando 1: Quick! Let's get 'em!

Rando 2: Hold up!

You turn to Caty and say

Terry: Yep, definitely drugs. Let's tell the cops about this.

You turn tail and start running down the corridor until you notice that your shoes are frozen stuck to the floor. Instantly you jump out of them and start running barefoot. They're cold and blue but you think you can make it.

Rando 1: Darn it, try again!

Rando 2 casts a stronger pulse of ice and you can feel it chill you to the bone. The insulation your clothes provide is totally negated. Your breath freezes into snow and icicles drip down your arms. Shards of ice crack and fall off you as you turn to your side. Caty is shivering and hugging herself but just in the nick of time her trumpet-appendage expands and booms a mighty shockwave through the ground, knocking two janitors to the ground. The ice explodes off your body.

Now you've made it to a much taller room with a mezzanine above you. The exit is ten meters from you, but too bad it's jammed shut with ice. Rando 1 gets on her knees and plants both of his hands on the ground. The "janitors" stand on chairs as Rando 2 blasts a flurry of snow at the ground from her hands.

You will the symbiote into the soles of your feet, and ice bites under your toenails. The same can't be said for Caty, whose blue cat ears lie flat as her entire lower half is mired to the ground. As the ice works its way up her body, reaching her nose, she aims her trumpet-appendage at the glass doors.

The doors explode in a cascade of glass shards, tearing a band poster from the walls. The coast is clear, but you've got company right behind you.

> Keep fighting the "Janitors". You are at a great advantage here.

> Run away and call the police. The most just course of action.

> Write-In

>>4177993
>Run away and call the police. The most just course of action.
They'll follow us, so we can have more opportunity later to attack them anyways

>>4177993
> Run away and call the police. The most just course of action.

I did not know they were capable magicians.

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>>4178098
>>4178112
There's no reason to stop. And there's no such thing as vigilante justice in the heart of civilization. So bashing the hell out of those drug dealers is more likely to land you in a cell than do anything to them. Rando 2 looks over her shoulder

Rando 2: You two! Secure the trolleys and bring it somewhere safe!

Rando 3: On it!

The two other "janitors" grab the goods and wheel them away. That will do no them no good under a properly-funded police search. There are no payphones in school and you haven't brought your flip phone so you sprint out of the school premises. You thank the symbiote again as your pursuers tire out, panting and wheezing. North of school is a quiet little row of shops where there happens to be an often-used payphone. So often used that it's occupied right now. A middle-aged Nuli in overalls is chattering away.

> Politely urge him to get the hell out

> Find another payphone

> Wait patiently

>>4178447
>Politely urge him to get the hell out
it's an emergency my dude, we witnessed a crime

>>4178470
+1

>>4178470
>>4178480
Terry: Sir. Sir!

Nuli: And so he didn't tell me in advance that there was going to be a new shipment, so the enclosure was-

Terry: SIR!

Nuli: Hold on right there. What is it, young man?

Terry: I just got assaulted! I gotta call the cops!

Nuli: Can't you wait here? I've got a real crime to report! Sorry about that. And that means I was overcharged for the-

It's no use. He yelps in fear as you pry the magnetically locked door open. But by the time you do, the two alleged drug traffickers are moseying around a building. Rando 2 is crouching with her hands splayed wide, blasting her ice over the pavement. Rando 1 is watching curiously over her shoulder.

Rando 2: See, by doing this i'm freezing the sweat that barefoot buffoon left on the asphalt!

Rando 1: That's so cool! I wish I could do that... like mum and dad and everyone else in my family...

Rando 2: But you don't.

Rando 1: You ain't wrong, sis.

Rando 2: Which means you gotta make use of your ability to - what was it again?

Rando 1: I can manipulate conductivity! It's really good, you know! Ice is nothing special, all you need is enough liquid nitrogen. But not even the temples teach you how to do that. Hold on, is that...

You had just finished saying the name of the street when the glass walls of the payphone freeze over. Mucus drips from your nose only to become a single icicle, which you pull out. Then you burst out of the payphone and dash your merry way into a furniture store as casually as possible. They follow you in but by the time they are in you're sitting on the highest shelf in the store. Rando 1 spots you and she hurls a jerry can of water that she freezes in midair. Mostly it misses you but scores your cheek. She tries again with a powerful icy gust that knocks the shelf down, domino-ing many others with it. People start to run.

You leap off the side of the shelf and dropkick her well and good. To make sure you use the symbiote and grab her with a tentacle from your ankle and throw her into a fine selection of desks. Now that's the last you'll see of her. But all of a sudden you feel your heart, your spine, your internal organs becoming as cold as the air. Your lips are frozen shut. Now you have no choice but to invoke the symbiote inside your body and force that frozen near-carcass to move. Rando 2 stands over a bed she hid in. She gasps in surprise as you stiffly jog into a heater, thawing yourself out, and sticking them to your hands. You hoist it overhead.

She wheezes and sputters under the weight of the heavy appliance.

You wake up to the hospital lights. Your mum and dad stand on one side of the bed, and Maddox stands on the other.

Dad: Son... What happened to you? Are you-

Maddox: Dude dude dude! What went on?

> "I was jumped by two criminals and chased across town!" (Get extra sympathy)

> "I found out the school's being used as a base for a drug trafficking ring." (Get more involved in the search for who's behind all this)

> Write-In

>>4178616

> "I found out the school's being used as a base for a drug trafficking ring." (Get more involved in the search for who's behind all this)

Soldiers have no need for sympathy!

Also Gekky isn't here.

>>4178861
+1

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>>4179439
Terry: I found out the school's being used as a base for a drug trafficking ring. Wh-what day is it?

Dad: The same as today. It's six o'clock. What did your ability tell you?

Terry: I think it was in Wedge or something.

Dad: What'd you expect, it's Wedge!

You both share an awkward chuckle.

Dad: You really took a toll back there. The doctor said you were lucky to not suffer any internal bleeding or gangrene. He said your recovery was faster than anything he'd ever seen before.

If only they knew. You smile. There is a strange and self-absorbed emotion that comes with knowing things that others do not, but you have yet to name it. You enjoy it nonetheless.

Terry: Wonder why that happened.

Maddox: Who'd you have to piss off to get you like this, man?

Terry: I think it was Caty. She was suspicious when she saw six guys dressed like janitors pushing shopping trolleys full of boxes through the music block. So I used my ability on the boxes and they started chasing after us.

Maddox: Did ya knock 'em all out, Terry?

Terry: Two of 'em. Caty has this weird trumpet tumour on the side of her head and she blasted another two with shockwaves. The rest hid the drugs somewhere. I gotta get to the bottom of this.

Dad: Don't, you need some rest.

Terry: I feel even better than I was before.

You hear tapping against the window. It's Gekky. Your dad opens it. Accompanied by a breeze of cool air, she swooces right in, holding a pair of damp shoes. How did she get in here? There aren't any trees.

Gekky: I'm so glad you're alright! They're a little soggy and cold but they should be dry by tomorrow.

Terry: Thanks so much. What happened there?

Gekky: School's closed for the next three days. It's an active crime scene now.

Terry: That means the concert is postponed! Guess helping them out was all for nothing!

Gekky: What was that band called again?

> The Epileptic Octopi

> The Decapitated Camels

> Write-In

>>4179537
> The Epileptic Octopi

Decapitated Camels is too morbid. Also it wasn't for nothing, we got cake!

>>4179537
The ahegao princesses

>>4179562
+1

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>4179562
>>4179599
>>4179619
If this lands 1 or 3, I'll go for The Epileptic Octopi. If this lands 2 it's The Ahegao Princesses.

>>4179562
(A single mouthful of cake)
>>4179850
Terry: The Epileptic Octopi! And by the way, why'd you go through the window? And what's with that getup?

She's in an incredibly embarrassing magician costume. Her top hat is leaning at an angle. Your dad is making a mocking grin at you. This isn't the first time Gekky's visited you through a window.

Gekky: I was in a hurry. See, I work as a magician after school and I was at some kid's birthday. Turns out he asked me if I could hypnotize him and that gave him the ability to control plants.

Terry: Must have had a lot of explaining to do.

Gekky: Not really. I just told them that it was his, uh, birthday present. Since there's no school tomorrow, how about we go talk about it later?

Terry: Sure can do.

The next morning you're at the diner eating sausages, hash browns and eggs. The very same diner where Maddox introduced you to Sara. The floor tiles are a red-and-white checkerboard and the table is beige plastic, set up right by the window.

Maddox: I just heard from the cops. They searched the whole school place up and down and they confiscated the stuff from some bushes. Turns out to be some kind of ingredient for a banned kind of sleeping pills.

Terry: Sleeping pills? Who the hell gets high off that?

Maddox: Probably whoever she's selling it to.

Terry: Here's something I heard them mention - they were doing it for someone with six tails.

Maddox: Six! You mean to say that that Kitsune, Mrs. Reynard, is running that ring?

Terry: Yeah! Who else has six tails? You tell me.

Gekky: Speaking of which, I haven't seen Mrs. Reynard anywhere.

Maddox: 'Cause she's hiding. Somewhere.

A sudden lingering pain tears through your abdomen. You clutch your stomach and feel a lump of the symbiote surfacing through your skin. Groaning, you will it back in. It should stay inside for the rest of the day.

Terry: It's been acting weird since I woke up. The closer I go to school the more it puts out this... odd feeling.

Gekky: What's worse is you can't get it checked out or they'll try to cut it out of you.

Maddox: We gotta plug this well and good.

> Go to school and investigate why your symbiote is acting up

> Take the tubeways to Wedge and find out why they're making so much of it

> Search for Mrs. Reynard by using psychometry at her house

> Visit Caty Wawl at her house

> Write-In

>>4179942
> Take the tubeways to Wedge and find out why they're making so much of it

Sounds like the closer we go to school the worse it'll get

>>4179942
>Go to school and investigate why your symbiote is acting up
either it's got ptsd(?) or someone created some kind of field and it's reacting to it

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4179971
>>4180225
Rolling...

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>>4180379
> Go to school and investigate why your symbiote is acting up

Terry: Let's go to school!

School is eerie when it's so quiet. The pain melts away into a pulsing in your abdomen, like there's a second heart. It's some kind of electromagnetic field, is it? You've never read about this online but you're pretty sure that this is Mrs. Reynard's doing. When you reach the school doors it takes a little bit more effort to pull the symbiote out of your body, and sometimes it flickers against your will, but you still can exert enough control over it to fill up a keyhole and open it up.

Maddox: You all good, Terry?

Terry: Peachy keen. I'll be your compass.

Gekky: Just tell us if anything's wrong and we'll carry you out.

Terry: Relax, none of that will happen.

You keep walking through the corridors, unlocking and re-locking doors as you go. Maddox switches on his torch. Every time you think you're going to find the epicenter you run into a wall. Until it dawns on you that it's not inside the school buildings. You walk outside, to the basketball court where the symbiote throbs painfully inside you. It starts to drip black fluid from your nose, staining the concrete and stinging your sinuses. Finally you fall to your knees, pull out a stick of chalk, and draw a cross where the epicenter is.

Maddox: But... why? Why would it be at the basketball court?

It hurts the longer you stay here. You are beginning to have some trouble breathing. Gekky puts her hand on your back when she hears the first wheeze.

Gekky: Look, Terry. I really don't think you should stay here any longer. Come, let's go to my house.

> Look for Mrs. Reynard right away

> Follow Gekky to her house

> Have lunch at the diner

> Go to the library

> Write-In

>>4180438
>Follow Gekky to her house
now we know where to look

>>4180475
+1

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>>4180475
>>4180542
Terry: Sounds a mighty fine idea, Gekky.

You cannot muster the strength to speak anymore, and fall into hazy half-consciousness. Maddox and Gekky carry you out of school and drag you all across town to her massive house. It's right by the canal, next to the watercraftyard is - after all, her parents own them. Almost everyone in town relies on them for canal transport unless they own their own boat. The first thing you notice is that the front door is massive. It's four times as wide as your house's is. A blonde human in his late thirties greets her, staring at you, hanging limp in Maddox's arms.

Gekky's dad: What's the matter with this? Is he-

Gekky: No, he's not sick. He's got a very rare disorder.

Maddox: Yeah, it's not infectious. We can assure you, sir.

Gekky's dad: Then why don't you-

Gekky: He just needs some time to recover. His house is too far away.

Maddox: It ain't dangerous, for sure, sir. Just very debilitating. It'd be real embarrassing if we just let him lie down on a bus bench for half an hour. He don't need to go to hospital.

Gekky's dad: Alright then. When he wakes up don't let him touch my relic cabinet.

They hurriedly agree and drag you to her bedroom. As you recuperate to full consciousness after half an hour the first thing you notice is the accumulated smell of Gekky's musky perfume on her blue bed. A massive heat lamp hangs from her vaulted roof. If Maddox sat on your shoulders you'd still have three meters between Maddox and the roof. You sit up and notice her bed is perfectly round, about four meters in diameter. Just by the heat lamp there's a crossbar bisecting the whole room. It's wrapped in a huge mattress. Around which Gekky hangs in long pink loops like pic related. Neat little niches in the upper walls where only she can reach serve as her bookshelves. She puts down her comic and partially uncoils herself, hanging over you.

Gekky: It's eleven right now. Wanna eat here or go out somewhere?

(You have $4533)

> Gekky's leftovers (FREE!)

> Smokey Joe's Cafe ($24 for all of you, very peaceful atmosphere)

> The Shattered Bowl ($20 for all of you, most people there are older than you. Fights break out often and Maddox is no stranger to that dive)

> It's Dangerous To Go Alone, Take This! (Costs $35 for all of you, and sells useful equipment)

>>4180685

> It's Dangerous To Go Alone, Take This! (Costs $35 for all of you, and sells useful equipment)

>4533 dollars

We're rich!

>>4180934
+1

>>4180934
+1

>>4180934
>>4181008
>>4181342
The last time you tried eating anything from Gekky's lunchbox you suffered diarrhea, as your memories from year 6 can attest. And what better way to live out your memories than visiting the last place you shopped at before going on your grand quest to dropkick Vireen and grudgingly force Theo to transplant us into this gumball clusterfuck your world is in right now? Thirty minutes later, you're at a shop that looked like it was a shed a decade ago.

The Ahoggya who runs it has a great sense of aesthetics, hanging every tapestry and trinket and poster he could find from the secondhand store, using different kinds depending on what part of the shop it is on. You've never seen a shop so small yet so disorganized and diverse, Mitch truly runs Wesflow's closest equivalent to a shopping mall. Except that you can buy weapons here willy-nilly, and he's decided to add a casual dive to the mix. You look over the incredible stuff his store has to offer and your mind is abuzz with possibilities.

Since this thread has already been saged, I believe we'll call it a day. Thanks for posting, and see you next time.

>>4181455
>we won't have to equip Maddox's abominations anymore

thank theo

>>4181455
where are you OP ?

>>4190950
This thread is over, since it's saged, and the next installment will start later this week. Hopefully more posters will arrive when there's a long enough gap between them.